One of those days. You wake up, you soon realize you're on a little row boat in the middle of a haunting and violent sea that looks very hungry. If that ain't bad enough it starts pouring cats, dogs and swine and then the wind tosses you and your little boat like it's a paper boat. That's what my day has been today. A day of raging tempests and horrid consequences. Sometimes I do wonder, if a Rocker's lifestyle ought to be wrecked in havoc and corporate responsibilities... 'Question not... Just march onwards...' My personal life isn't something that worries me too much, 'cos you know I am rather charming, cruel and driven to bury a lifetime of demons. But alas - yes... Where there's a will, there's always a BUTT - a lady friend just had a sudden operation. Work at office is hectic, being the consultant and creative editor of a new ultra up-market lifestyle magazine has me by my balls (normally I'd not complain), I have to get cracking on an event titled "One Night in Bangkok" which some of us creative geniuses have been given to nail the promotions for AND I was told today that we have just under 2 weeks to organize a BIG gig in Kandy - which means I'll have to welcome 'Insomnia' again and work, do proposals, get the press and electronic media confirmed, hunt for a sponsor or two and make sure all is dandy and fucking well.

There are close to a gazillion other things that are tormenting me at the moment and as I have an (unsuprising) urge to ram a nail or two into someone's skull... I felt writing and purging myself of this day would prove to be a challenge... And either way... A good therapeutic means to justify 'reason' to myself.

I have to hit reharsals now... We have to work on our next record and BIG things are (apparently) expected of us. Ha, Ha, Ha, Heh, Ho, Whore, Whore, Whore!

Right now... Life is menacing. Sri Lanka is in ruins with the cost of living rocket fucking high, a war dangling on the edge of everyone's (in)sanity and news reports every second on how the government seeks to improve the cess pit its managed to create so effortlessly.

Inspired by a very interesting piece I read in the Time magazine today while chucking a poo (I have to read something while shitting) I just managed to interlace rhyme and mayhem and wrote something... Serious but intended to be so. It had to be done. It was a piece on religion, the Middle-East and how spiritual belief could cause as much damage as it could also unite and rebuild. But where do we draw the line? Where's the margin? Is it right to take a life to save another?

This one's for my fucked up day (and anyone who wishes to share the sentiment), a nation, a society at large and a world buried in its own vomit and infection. This one's written in the name of affliction and the fact that there are a precious few who really do give a Fuck out there.

Welcome to the fall.

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The Gods and Monsters of Greed and Grace

Self reflection
Altered perceptions
Follow and never question
Deify moral delusions

Gods and monsters
10 demons for every angel
The voice of the oppressed
Another shepherd misleading his herd on a divine quest

Uniting nations
Only to divide its people
Glorify and re-enact
The fallen empires of greed and grace

Napalms and cyanide
Theocide and suicide
The blind will always lead the blind
Will you take away a life to save another?

Diplomats and despots are all the same
Agnostic fools who try to save the world being obstinate
Will the inventor’s inventions become obsolete?
You can wipe out the stains but your scars will always remain

Uniting nations
Only to divide its people
Glorify and re-enact
The fallen empires of greed and grace

It’s so easy to kill what you did not create… Isn’t it?
It’s so easy to build a dam to channel the flood… Isn’t it?
Will you feed the damned when they are starved for freedom?
Self deluded to self righteous
You can’t rape your own and then expect to inherit God’s kingdom

Suresh 23/8/2007